Purple and Green Shadows OR 1155
Wow. Who'd a thunk this would turn in to a type-y.
I went outside to smoke while I waited for the file to upload, and a met a working girl who needed a microwave for her frozen pizza. So I let her use the microwave in my room. I pretty sure she was looking to peddle pills, as she went out of her way to fumble with them in her purse while waiting for the dihydrogen monoxide in the pizza to be excited to such a state that the pizza was edible.
She also offered, in a non-committal way, her services, or the services of a co-worker if she "wasn't my type."
She wasn't, for, it seems, there is something to intimate human interaction that transcends the physical, even if it is, however unfortunate, short lived.
Then, again, I guess the mere physical, can, at times, be like a pill.
I mentioned Vicodin in this recording, after having been prescribed them upon the extraction of teeth, but even they don't feel good after a few days.
So, this "love" thing so many people sing about. What about it? Is it a physical, tangible thing locked away in a dying man's vault (re: some Harlan Ellison story)?
I don't know, and I guess this is no longer a type-y.